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7-19-17

On Going Issues

Stuck in this cage,Full of ongoing rage,Sick of the acts from these dudes' fake face,This has to be staged.Why me?Why not someone else?So long, I have been lost to the streets,Lost into beef,This can't be the life that was set out for me.As a seed I know they hope for great things outta me,Which slowly faded as that seed turned into me.Was it my father's death that I saw,Or was it my ambitious little soulThat wanted to be different.Is that what caused me to disrupt the streets,In addition, sell crack and heroin to my own kind.Was I that far gone and intertwined,That I allowed myself to get that low?Was it all for show?Or was that really me.